Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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Ben's POV

I don't get it. He acts like a stone, cold wall. Not being able to get through or break, and then suddenly he starts to get drunk. He drinks, and drinks, and drinks himself to sleep so suddenly, more than usual. He was just starting to let me get to know the real him, behind that wall the tiniest bit, but then he built that cold box around himself again.

Why? Was it something that I had said? No... I didn't say anything in particular.

I looked over at his drunken state. He fell asleep on his bed. I looked around the warm, dark, silent room.

I blushed as I slowly went under the covers and felt his body heat start to radiate off of him and into the fabric of his blanket. It heated up the small amount of air between us and a shiver went down my spine. I started to trace his white, sharp jawline. He sturred in his sleep and smacked his lips cutely in response. He doesn't realize how adorable he can be.

Why do I always have to be the cute one?

He can be so adorable without realizing what exactly he's doing. Like when he got all steamed up about SmileDog.

My mind started to wonder some more and I started to think about what had happened the other day.

Who exactly is Devon? Offenderman had mentioned that name in the woods. Why did it affect Jeff in such a way? Was Devon his first boyfriend? First love perhaps?

I was going to mentally question it more before Jeffs heavy arm flew up in the air and landed across my side abruptly. He pulled me closer, roughly and I squeaked in response. He barely opened his eyes and smiled sleepily as he ruffled my hair and then returned his hand to its original place on my waist.

"Whatchya thinkin abouts?" He asked as if he was in another world.

"You..." I said honestly, his carelessness of grammar gave me a small amount of courage to be truthful.

He peeled open one eye to look at me and cocked an eyebrow. This made me grow a tiny bit flustered. He shifted in the bed so he was fully turned to me and pulled me closer to his warm chest. His shirt was so warm. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him in response and cling to him. He chuckled deeply at that and I blushed as I realized what I had done.

He struggled to turn fully to me with my arms wrapped around him and did so for about a minute until he had succeeded and looked me in the eyes.

"And?"

"Well.." I started as I looked down in thought and then back up at him. His hair was messy and the way his eyes stayed in sleepy crescents made me blush.

I bit my lip and shrugged before deciding to continue.

"Who is Devon?' I let him absorb that question as it hung in the air silently. The more we stayed quiet, the more the question seemed to really reach him.

"No one." He said bluntly.

"B.S." I huffed.

Jeff looked down and almost looked nervous as he suddenly shifted so I gazed at his back.

"He's no one." He repeated.

"I know he meant something to your past. Offenderman said so." I pushed cautiously. Realizing the information I had just released to him.

...

"You've talked to Offenderman?"

I flinched and stayed quiet for a bit.

"Well, he messaged me for some reason," I replied.

...

"Don't talk to that asshole," he ordered.